I'm still trying to come to terms with things which is strange because we were told at the very start that Mike would have treatment (CDT), then a harvest, then a SCT. Now that the appointments for the harvest and SCT have been made it all seems much too real. I'm starting to doubt my own ability to cope with it all.
- The one and a half hour journeys on public transport to see Mike at the hospital. (Three hours every day on buses and trains! )
- The seeing Mike looking so ill.
- The empty bed at night. (I know it's the same for everyone, but humour me here!)
- The looking after him properly while he gets back to health.
Just thinking about it all makes my head hurt.Meanwhile my kids are all terrified that the contents of the refrigerator, namely the Neupogen, is going to jump out and get them! (The youngest is 15 so they should all know better!)